Someone tapped my back.
I feel there arms slide around my waist.
I look up to find a familiar set of bright blue eyes.
He smiles.
Asks me how I am.
I'm tongue tied.
I reply with a gesture.
Does he know?
He can't possibly.
He tells me to stop by his house sometime.
I said I would.
That was a lie.
Why did I lie?
I'm too afraid.
Afraid of nothing.
And it's the wort fear ever.
I go home.
Nothing comforts me.
I lie face down on my bed, and fall asleep that way.
My mind is blank for a while.
The weekend goes by in a haze.
I don't think about it.
I'm to distracted by other things.
But.
That's only until,
I reach your house.
I walk past in strides.
Melancholy songs blasting in my ears.
I walk.
I double back.
I pass again.
I go on with life.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
And...
I'm afraid.
Afraid of heart break.
Being alone.
Abandonment.
Something surreal.
Its nothing.
Because your gone.
I'm afraid of nothing.
Okay, let me clear a couple things up.
First of all this is from Butters perspective, I just love writing him like this. And second Kenny is dead way before he goes home aahahaha (not funny I actually made myself very sad).